well, it's official. i have reached that moment, which always comes shortly after halloween and its attendant air of macabre festivity, when i am forced to deal with the fact that winter is about to stomp on me with its giant frozen boot. (other than ugg boots, this is the only boot that i don't enjoy seeing.)
in this case, there's been a little bit of strangeness. after all, there was snow on the ground for a few days before halloween (abomination! although it at least melted on the 31st). last week, there were several days of spring-like temperatures, where it was perfectly comfortable to walk around montreal without a coat.
but now, there is no denying. the typical november weather, just above the freezing mark, with a sort of pervasive dampness that no number of layers of clothing can ward off, has descended. it's grey all the time and the light, even as the days reach their apex, is feeble. i love the fall, but november is one of those months that forever seems dead to me. i'm not alone in that belief, apparently.
what made it undeniable when i looked outside this morning was that the large tree across the street from me is naked. i've spent the last couple of months admiring its fiery foliage, aware that the reds were fading to rust and gold, and that the leaves themselves were sparser, but now there's not a one left for me to admire.
soon enough, there will be snow, which at first (before it turns blackish grey and starts to pile over my head) seems like a relief. november, that sort of pocket of dead space before, leaves me, shall we say, a little cold.